Watches baseball, drinks. [A minor, if important, correction.] But yeah – that's me.
[Another glance over his shoulder back at her – just making sure that little gag isn't a warning of what's yet to come. What little levity that he might've had just now drains from his voice.]
I think both of us would prefer it if I didn't have to be your hero. [Spare her her ego, spare him the collateral damage. The splash zone, as it were.] Does the magic [can't help a slight hitch on that word] take this much out of you every time you use it?
[At the risk of looking like an idiot– he's going to assume it's magic, anyway. Kind of reminds him of Dorian's spark shooters... Though it's hard not to, considering that's been his only exposure to the stuff so far. But he has to say: when he'd imagined magic, there'd always been pointy hats and old bearded men involved.]
no subject
[Another glance over his shoulder back at her – just making sure that little gag isn't a warning of what's yet to come. What little levity that he might've had just now drains from his voice.]
I think both of us would prefer it if I didn't have to be your hero. [Spare her her ego, spare him the collateral damage. The splash zone, as it were.] Does the magic [can't help a slight hitch on that word] take this much out of you every time you use it?
[At the risk of looking like an idiot– he's going to assume it's magic, anyway. Kind of reminds him of Dorian's spark shooters... Though it's hard not to, considering that's been his only exposure to the stuff so far. But he has to say: when he'd imagined magic, there'd always been pointy hats and old bearded men involved.]